Enriched by gleaming gold design And colour fresh yet old, He treasures ours The beauty...
Who sat beneath this tree As I now sit below Dwelling on a memory. Of springtime long ago....
No earthly wind this bloom can bend No earthly storm can rend, Its heart is open to the sky And touched by just a sigh....
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